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Wow!!! So many freedom fighting outfits in India. WOW!!!
Hinddooos must be pulling their usual "suppress the minorities routine" on them. After all the protesting, they took matters in their own hands. So there we have it.

Wow!!! So many freedom fighting outfits in India. WOW!!!
Hinddooos must be pulling their usual "suppress the minorities routine" on them. After all the protesting, they took matters in their own hands. So there we have it.

Wow!!! So many freedom fighting outfits in India. WOW!!!
Hinddooos must be pulling their usual "suppress the minorities routine" on them. After all the protesting, they took matters in their own hands. So there we have it.

This recently discovered folio edition of “Hamlet” follows other known
versions closely until Act V, Scene II, where it begins to diverge at
line 232, as will be seen:
KING…’Now the king drinks to Hamlet.’ Come, begin,
And you the judges, bear a wary eye
Trumpets sound. HAMLET and LAERTES take their stations
HAMLET: Come on, sir.
LAERTES: Come, my lord.
Enter FRED, DAPHNE, VELMA, SHAGGY, AND SCOOBY
DAPHNE: Wait!
SHAGGY: Stop the fight!
HAMLET and LAERTES put up their foils
KING: I like this not. Say wherefore you do speak?
FRED: Good lord, I pray thee, let thy anger wait.
For we, in seeking clues, have found the truth
Behind the strange events of latter days.
VELMA: The first clue came from Elsinore’s high walls,
Where, so said Hamlet, Hamlet’s ghost did walk.
Yet though the elder Hamlet met his death,
And perforce hath been buried in the ground,
‘Tis yet true one would not expect a ghost
To carry mud upon his spectral boots.
Yet mud didst Shaggy and his faithful hound
Espy, with footprints leading to a drop.
This might, at first, indeed bespeak a ghost…
Until, when I did seek for other answers,
I found a great, wide cloth of deepest black
Discarded in the moat of Elsinore.
‘Tis clear, the “ghost” used this to slow his fall
While darkness rendered him invisible.
FRED: The second clue we found, my lord, was this.
KING: It seems to me a portrait of my brother
In staine’d glass, that sunlight may shine through.
FRED: But see, my lord, when placed before a lantern-
KING: My brother’s ghost!
HAMLET: My father!
VELMA: Nay, his image.
FRED: In sooth, that image caught the Prince’s eye
When he went to confront his lady mother.
Nor did his sword pierce poor Polonius.
For Hamlet’s blade did mark the castle wall
Behind the rent made in the tapestry.
Polonius was murdered by another.
The knife which killed him entered from behind.
LAERTES: But who?
FRED: Indeed my lords, that you shall see.
HAMLET: And if this ghost was naught but light and air,
Then what of that which I did touch and speak to?
The GHOST enters.
GHOST: Indeed, my son.
SHAGGY: Zoinks!
DAPHNE: Jenkies!
GHOST: Mark them not.
Thou hast neglected duty far too long.
Shall this, my murderer, live on unharmed?
Must I remain forever unavenged?
SCOOBY and SHAGGY run away from the GHOST. SCOOBY, looking backward,
runs into a tapestry, tearing it down. As a result, tapestries around
the walls collapse, one surrounding the GHOST.
GHOST: What?
FRED: Good Osric, pray restrain that “ghost,”
That we may reach the bottom of the matter.
Now let us see who truly walked tonight.
FRED removes the helm and the disguise from the GHOST’S face.
ALL: Tis Fortinbras!
FRED: The valiant prince of Norway!
FORTINBRAS: Indeed it is, and curses on you all!
This Hamlet’s father brought my own to death,
And cost me all my rightful heritage.
And so I killed this king, and hoped his son
Would prove no obstacle to Norway’s crown.
Then Claudius bethought himself the killer
(As if one might be poisoned through the ear!)
The brother, not the son, took Denmark’s throne,
And held to Norway with a tighter grip.
I swore an end to Denmark’s royal house.
I spoke to Hamlet of his uncle’s crimes.
Then killed Polonius to spark Laertes.
This day, with poison’s aid, all might have died,
And Denmark might have come to me as well
As my beloved Norway and revenge.
My scheme blinded them all, as if by fog
But for these medd’ling kids and this their dog.
KING: The villain stands confessed. Now let us go.
For much remains to us to be discussed.
And suitable reward must needs be found
For these, our young detectives and their hound.
EXEUNT OMNES.

This recently discovered folio edition of “Hamlet” follows other known
versions closely until Act V, Scene II, where it begins to diverge at
line 232, as will be seen:
KING…’Now the king drinks to Hamlet.’ Come, begin,
And you the judges, bear a wary eye
Trumpets sound. HAMLET and LAERTES take their stations
HAMLET: Come on, sir.
LAERTES: Come, my lord.
Enter FRED, DAPHNE, VELMA, SHAGGY, AND SCOOBY
DAPHNE: Wait!
SHAGGY: Stop the fight!
HAMLET and LAERTES put up their foils
KING: I like this not. Say wherefore you do speak?
FRED: Good lord, I pray thee, let thy anger wait.
For we, in seeking clues, have found the truth
Behind the strange events of latter days.
VELMA: The first clue came from Elsinore’s high walls,
Where, so said Hamlet, Hamlet’s ghost did walk.
Yet though the elder Hamlet met his death,
And perforce hath been buried in the ground,
‘Tis yet true one would not expect a ghost
To carry mud upon his spectral boots.
Yet mud didst Shaggy and his faithful hound
Espy, with footprints leading to a drop.
This might, at first, indeed bespeak a ghost…
Until, when I did seek for other answers,
I found a great, wide cloth of deepest black
Discarded in the moat of Elsinore.
‘Tis clear, the “ghost” used this to slow his fall
While darkness rendered him invisible.
FRED: The second clue we found, my lord, was this.
KING: It seems to me a portrait of my brother
In staine’d glass, that sunlight may shine through.
FRED: But see, my lord, when placed before a lantern-
KING: My brother’s ghost!
HAMLET: My father!
VELMA: Nay, his image.
FRED: In sooth, that image caught the Prince’s eye
When he went to confront his lady mother.
Nor did his sword pierce poor Polonius.
For Hamlet’s blade did mark the castle wall
Behind the rent made in the tapestry.
Polonius was murdered by another.
The knife which killed him entered from behind.
LAERTES: But who?
FRED: Indeed my lords, that you shall see.
HAMLET: And if this ghost was naught but light and air,
Then what of that which I did touch and speak to?
The GHOST enters.
GHOST: Indeed, my son.
SHAGGY: Zoinks!
DAPHNE: Jenkies!
GHOST: Mark them not.
Thou hast neglected duty far too long.
Shall this, my murderer, live on unharmed?
Must I remain forever unavenged?
SCOOBY and SHAGGY run away from the GHOST. SCOOBY, looking backward,
runs into a tapestry, tearing it down. As a result, tapestries around
the walls collapse, one surrounding the GHOST.
GHOST: What?
FRED: Good Osric, pray restrain that “ghost,”
That we may reach the bottom of the matter.
Now let us see who truly walked tonight.
FRED removes the helm and the disguise from the GHOST’S face.
ALL: Tis Fortinbras!
FRED: The valiant prince of Norway!
FORTINBRAS: Indeed it is, and curses on you all!
This Hamlet’s father brought my own to death,
And cost me all my rightful heritage.
And so I killed this king, and hoped his son
Would prove no obstacle to Norway’s crown.
Then Claudius bethought himself the killer
(As if one might be poisoned through the ear!)
The brother, not the son, took Denmark’s throne,
And held to Norway with a tighter grip.
I swore an end to Denmark’s royal house.
I spoke to Hamlet of his uncle’s crimes.
Then killed Polonius to spark Laertes.
This day, with poison’s aid, all might have died,
And Denmark might have come to me as well
As my beloved Norway and revenge.
My scheme blinded them all, as if by fog
But for these medd’ling kids and this their dog.
KING: The villain stands confessed. Now let us go.
For much remains to us to be discussed.
And suitable reward must needs be found
For these, our young detectives and their hound.
EXEUNT OMNES.

This recently discovered folio edition of “Hamlet” follows other known
versions closely until Act V, Scene II, where it begins to diverge at
line 232, as will be seen:
KING…’Now the king drinks to Hamlet.’ Come, begin,
And you the judges, bear a wary eye
Trumpets sound. HAMLET and LAERTES take their stations
HAMLET: Come on, sir.
LAERTES: Come, my lord.
Enter FRED, DAPHNE, VELMA, SHAGGY, AND SCOOBY
DAPHNE: Wait!
SHAGGY: Stop the fight!
HAMLET and LAERTES put up their foils
KING: I like this not. Say wherefore you do speak?
FRED: Good lord, I pray thee, let thy anger wait.
For we, in seeking clues, have found the truth
Behind the strange events of latter days.
VELMA: The first clue came from Elsinore’s high walls,
Where, so said Hamlet, Hamlet’s ghost did walk.
Yet though the elder Hamlet met his death,
And perforce hath been buried in the ground,
‘Tis yet true one would not expect a ghost
To carry mud upon his spectral boots.
Yet mud didst Shaggy and his faithful hound
Espy, with footprints leading to a drop.
This might, at first, indeed bespeak a ghost…
Until, when I did seek for other answers,
I found a great, wide cloth of deepest black
Discarded in the moat of Elsinore.
‘Tis clear, the “ghost” used this to slow his fall
While darkness rendered him invisible.
FRED: The second clue we found, my lord, was this.
KING: It seems to me a portrait of my brother
In staine’d glass, that sunlight may shine through.
FRED: But see, my lord, when placed before a lantern-
KING: My brother’s ghost!
HAMLET: My father!
VELMA: Nay, his image.
FRED: In sooth, that image caught the Prince’s eye
When he went to confront his lady mother.
Nor did his sword pierce poor Polonius.
For Hamlet’s blade did mark the castle wall
Behind the rent made in the tapestry.
Polonius was murdered by another.
The knife which killed him entered from behind.
LAERTES: But who?
FRED: Indeed my lords, that you shall see.
HAMLET: And if this ghost was naught but light and air,
Then what of that which I did touch and speak to?
The GHOST enters.
GHOST: Indeed, my son.
SHAGGY: Zoinks!
DAPHNE: Jenkies!
GHOST: Mark them not.
Thou hast neglected duty far too long.
Shall this, my murderer, live on unharmed?
Must I remain forever unavenged?
SCOOBY and SHAGGY run away from the GHOST. SCOOBY, looking backward,
runs into a tapestry, tearing it down. As a result, tapestries around
the walls collapse, one surrounding the GHOST.
GHOST: What?
FRED: Good Osric, pray restrain that “ghost,”
That we may reach the bottom of the matter.
Now let us see who truly walked tonight.
FRED removes the helm and the disguise from the GHOST’S face.
ALL: Tis Fortinbras!
FRED: The valiant prince of Norway!
FORTINBRAS: Indeed it is, and curses on you all!
This Hamlet’s father brought my own to death,
And cost me all my rightful heritage.
And so I killed this king, and hoped his son
Would prove no obstacle to Norway’s crown.
Then Claudius bethought himself the killer
(As if one might be poisoned through the ear!)
The brother, not the son, took Denmark’s throne,
And held to Norway with a tighter grip.
I swore an end to Denmark’s royal house.
I spoke to Hamlet of his uncle’s crimes.
Then killed Polonius to spark Laertes.
This day, with poison’s aid, all might have died,
And Denmark might have come to me as well
As my beloved Norway and revenge.
My scheme blinded them all, as if by fog
But for these medd’ling kids and this their dog.
KING: The villain stands confessed. Now let us go.
For much remains to us to be discussed.
And suitable reward must needs be found
For these, our young detectives and their hound.
EXEUNT OMNES.

This recently discovered folio edition of “Hamlet” follows other known
versions closely until Act V, Scene II, where it begins to diverge at
line 232, as will be seen:
KING…’Now the king drinks to Hamlet.’ Come, begin,
And you the judges, bear a wary eye
Trumpets sound. HAMLET and LAERTES take their stations
HAMLET: Come on, sir.
LAERTES: Come, my lord.
Enter FRED, DAPHNE, VELMA, SHAGGY, AND SCOOBY
DAPHNE: Wait!
SHAGGY: Stop the fight!
HAMLET and LAERTES put up their foils
KING: I like this not. Say wherefore you do speak?
FRED: Good lord, I pray thee, let thy anger wait.
For we, in seeking clues, have found the truth
Behind the strange events of latter days.
VELMA: The first clue came from Elsinore’s high walls,
Where, so said Hamlet, Hamlet’s ghost did walk.
Yet though the elder Hamlet met his death,
And perforce hath been buried in the ground,
‘Tis yet true one would not expect a ghost
To carry mud upon his spectral boots.
Yet mud didst Shaggy and his faithful hound
Espy, with footprints leading to a drop.
This might, at first, indeed bespeak a ghost…
Until, when I did seek for other answers,
I found a great, wide cloth of deepest black
Discarded in the moat of Elsinore.
‘Tis clear, the “ghost” used this to slow his fall
While darkness rendered him invisible.
FRED: The second clue we found, my lord, was this.
KING: It seems to me a portrait of my brother
In staine’d glass, that sunlight may shine through.
FRED: But see, my lord, when placed before a lantern-
KING: My brother’s ghost!
HAMLET: My father!
VELMA: Nay, his image.
FRED: In sooth, that image caught the Prince’s eye
When he went to confront his lady mother.
Nor did his sword pierce poor Polonius.
For Hamlet’s blade did mark the castle wall
Behind the rent made in the tapestry.
Polonius was murdered by another.
The knife which killed him entered from behind.
LAERTES: But who?
FRED: Indeed my lords, that you shall see.
HAMLET: And if this ghost was naught but light and air,
Then what of that which I did touch and speak to?
The GHOST enters.
GHOST: Indeed, my son.
SHAGGY: Zoinks!
DAPHNE: Jenkies!
GHOST: Mark them not.
Thou hast neglected duty far too long.
Shall this, my murderer, live on unharmed?
Must I remain forever unavenged?
SCOOBY and SHAGGY run away from the GHOST. SCOOBY, looking backward,
runs into a tapestry, tearing it down. As a result, tapestries around
the walls collapse, one surrounding the GHOST.
GHOST: What?
FRED: Good Osric, pray restrain that “ghost,”
That we may reach the bottom of the matter.
Now let us see who truly walked tonight.
FRED removes the helm and the disguise from the GHOST’S face.
ALL: Tis Fortinbras!
FRED: The valiant prince of Norway!
FORTINBRAS: Indeed it is, and curses on you all!
This Hamlet’s father brought my own to death,
And cost me all my rightful heritage.
And so I killed this king, and hoped his son
Would prove no obstacle to Norway’s crown.
Then Claudius bethought himself the killer
(As if one might be poisoned through the ear!)
The brother, not the son, took Denmark’s throne,
And held to Norway with a tighter grip.
I swore an end to Denmark’s royal house.
I spoke to Hamlet of his uncle’s crimes.
Then killed Polonius to spark Laertes.
This day, with poison’s aid, all might have died,
And Denmark might have come to me as well
As my beloved Norway and revenge.
My scheme blinded them all, as if by fog
But for these medd’ling kids and this their dog.
KING: The villain stands confessed. Now let us go.
For much remains to us to be discussed.
And suitable reward must needs be found
For these, our young detectives and their hound.
EXEUNT OMNES.

THEY ARE NOT WRONG! THEY ARE RIGHT!
GIVE ME SCOOBY!
GIVE ME SHAGGY!
GIVE ME MYSTERYLAND!!

Wow!!! So many freedom fighting outfits in India. WOW!!!
Hinddooos must be pulling their usual "suppress the minorities routine" on them. After all the protesting, they took matters in their own hands. So there we have it.

Wow!!! So many freedom fighting outfits in India. WOW!!!
Hinddooos must be pulling their usual "suppress the minorities routine" on them. After all the protesting, they took matters in their own hands. So there we have it.

Wow!!! So many freedom fighting outfits in India. WOW!!!
Hinddooos must be pulling their usual "suppress the minorities routine" on them. After all the protesting, they took matters in their own hands. So there we have it.

Wow!!! So many freedom fighting outfits in India. WOW!!!
Hinddooos must be pulling their usual "suppress the minorities routine" on them. After all the protesting, they took matters in their own hands. So there we have it.

Wow!!! So many freedom fighting outfits in India. WOW!!!
Hinddooos must be pulling their usual "suppress the minorities routine" on them. After all the protesting, they took matters in their own hands. So there we have it.

Wow!!! So many freedom fighting outfits in India. WOW!!!
Hinddooos must be pulling their usual "suppress the minorities routine" on them. After all the protesting, they took matters in their own hands. So there we have it.

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Wow!!! So many freedom fighting outfits in India. WOW!!!
Hinddooos must be pulling their usual "suppress the minorities routine" on them. After all the protesting, they took matters in their own hands. So there we have it.

Wow!!! So many freedom fighting outfits in India. WOW!!!
Hinddooos must be pulling their usual "suppress the minorities routine" on them. After all the protesting, they took matters in their own hands. So there we have it.

Wow!!! So many freedom fighting outfits in India. WOW!!!
Hinddooos must be pulling their usual "suppress the minorities routine" on them. After all the protesting, they took matters in their own hands. So there we have it.

This recently discovered folio edition of “Hamlet” follows other known
versions closely until Act V, Scene II, where it begins to diverge at
line 232, as will be seen:
KING…’Now the king drinks to Hamlet.’ Come, begin,
And you the judges, bear a wary eye
Trumpets sound. HAMLET and LAERTES take their stations
HAMLET: Come on, sir.
LAERTES: Come, my lord.
Enter FRED, DAPHNE, VELMA, SHAGGY, AND SCOOBY
DAPHNE: Wait!
SHAGGY: Stop the fight!
HAMLET and LAERTES put up their foils
KING: I like this not. Say wherefore you do speak?
FRED: Good lord, I pray thee, let thy anger wait.
For we, in seeking clues, have found the truth
Behind the strange events of latter days.
VELMA: The first clue came from Elsinore’s high walls,
Where, so said Hamlet, Hamlet’s ghost did walk.
Yet though the elder Hamlet met his death,
And perforce hath been buried in the ground,
‘Tis yet true one would not expect a ghost
To carry mud upon his spectral boots.
Yet mud didst Shaggy and his faithful hound
Espy, with footprints leading to a drop.
This might, at first, indeed bespeak a ghost…
Until, when I did seek for other answers,
I found a great, wide cloth of deepest black
Discarded in the moat of Elsinore.
‘Tis clear, the “ghost” used this to slow his fall
While darkness rendered him invisible.
FRED: The second clue we found, my lord, was this.
KING: It seems to me a portrait of my brother
In staine’d glass, that sunlight may shine through.
FRED: But see, my lord, when placed before a lantern-
KING: My brother’s ghost!
HAMLET: My father!
VELMA: Nay, his image.
FRED: In sooth, that image caught the Prince’s eye
When he went to confront his lady mother.
Nor did his sword pierce poor Polonius.
For Hamlet’s blade did mark the castle wall
Behind the rent made in the tapestry.
Polonius was murdered by another.
The knife which killed him entered from behind.
LAERTES: But who?
FRED: Indeed my lords, that you shall see.
HAMLET: And if this ghost was naught but light and air,
Then what of that which I did touch and speak to?
The GHOST enters.
GHOST: Indeed, my son.
SHAGGY: Zoinks!
DAPHNE: Jenkies!
GHOST: Mark them not.
Thou hast neglected duty far too long.
Shall this, my murderer, live on unharmed?
Must I remain forever unavenged?
SCOOBY and SHAGGY run away from the GHOST. SCOOBY, looking backward,
runs into a tapestry, tearing it down. As a result, tapestries around
the walls collapse, one surrounding the GHOST.
GHOST: What?
FRED: Good Osric, pray restrain that “ghost,”
That we may reach the bottom of the matter.
Now let us see who truly walked tonight.
FRED removes the helm and the disguise from the GHOST’S face.
ALL: Tis Fortinbras!
FRED: The valiant prince of Norway!
FORTINBRAS: Indeed it is, and curses on you all!
This Hamlet’s father brought my own to death,
And cost me all my rightful heritage.
And so I killed this king, and hoped his son
Would prove no obstacle to Norway’s crown.
Then Claudius bethought himself the killer
(As if one might be poisoned through the ear!)
The brother, not the son, took Denmark’s throne,
And held to Norway with a tighter grip.
I swore an end to Denmark’s royal house.
I spoke to Hamlet of his uncle’s crimes.
Then killed Polonius to spark Laertes.
This day, with poison’s aid, all might have died,
And Denmark might have come to me as well
As my beloved Norway and revenge.
My scheme blinded them all, as if by fog
But for these medd’ling kids and this their dog.
KING: The villain stands confessed. Now let us go.
For much remains to us to be discussed.
And suitable reward must needs be found
For these, our young detectives and their hound.
EXEUNT OMNES.

Wow!!! So many freedom fighting outfits in India. WOW!!!
Hinddooos must be pulling their usual "suppress the minorities routine" on them. After all the protesting, they took matters in their own hands. So there we have it.

Wow!!! So many freedom fighting outfits in India. WOW!!!
Hinddooos must be pulling their usual "suppress the minorities routine" on them. After all the protesting, they took matters in their own hands. So there we have it.

Wow!!! So many freedom fighting outfits in India. WOW!!!
Hinddooos must be pulling their usual "suppress the minorities routine" on them. After all the protesting, they took matters in their own hands. So there we have it.

This recently discovered folio edition of “Hamlet” follows other known
versions closely until Act V, Scene II, where it begins to diverge at
line 232, as will be seen:
KING…’Now the king drinks to Hamlet.’ Come, begin,
And you the judges, bear a wary eye
Trumpets sound. HAMLET and LAERTES take their stations
HAMLET: Come on, sir.
LAERTES: Come, my lord.
Enter FRED, DAPHNE, VELMA, SHAGGY, AND SCOOBY
DAPHNE: Wait!
SHAGGY: Stop the fight!
HAMLET and LAERTES put up their foils
KING: I like this not. Say wherefore you do speak?
FRED: Good lord, I pray thee, let thy anger wait.
For we, in seeking clues, have found the truth
Behind the strange events of latter days.
VELMA: The first clue came from Elsinore’s high walls,
Where, so said Hamlet, Hamlet’s ghost did walk.
Yet though the elder Hamlet met his death,
And perforce hath been buried in the ground,
‘Tis yet true one would not expect a ghost
To carry mud upon his spectral boots.
Yet mud didst Shaggy and his faithful hound
Espy, with footprints leading to a drop.
This might, at first, indeed bespeak a ghost…
Until, when I did seek for other answers,
I found a great, wide cloth of deepest black
Discarded in the moat of Elsinore.
‘Tis clear, the “ghost” used this to slow his fall
While darkness rendered him invisible.
FRED: The second clue we found, my lord, was this.
KING: It seems to me a portrait of my brother
In staine’d glass, that sunlight may shine through.
FRED: But see, my lord, when placed before a lantern-
KING: My brother’s ghost!
HAMLET: My father!
VELMA: Nay, his image.
FRED: In sooth, that image caught the Prince’s eye
When he went to confront his lady mother.
Nor did his sword pierce poor Polonius.
For Hamlet’s blade did mark the castle wall
Behind the rent made in the tapestry.
Polonius was murdered by another.
The knife which killed him entered from behind.
LAERTES: But who?
FRED: Indeed my lords, that you shall see.
HAMLET: And if this ghost was naught but light and air,
Then what of that which I did touch and speak to?
The GHOST enters.
GHOST: Indeed, my son.
SHAGGY: Zoinks!
DAPHNE: Jenkies!
GHOST: Mark them not.
Thou hast neglected duty far too long.
Shall this, my murderer, live on unharmed?
Must I remain forever unavenged?
SCOOBY and SHAGGY run away from the GHOST. SCOOBY, looking backward,
runs into a tapestry, tearing it down. As a result, tapestries around
the walls collapse, one surrounding the GHOST.
GHOST: What?
FRED: Good Osric, pray restrain that “ghost,”
That we may reach the bottom of the matter.
Now let us see who truly walked tonight.
FRED removes the helm and the disguise from the GHOST’S face.
ALL: Tis Fortinbras!
FRED: The valiant prince of Norway!
FORTINBRAS: Indeed it is, and curses on you all!
This Hamlet’s father brought my own to death,
And cost me all my rightful heritage.
And so I killed this king, and hoped his son
Would prove no obstacle to Norway’s crown.
Then Claudius bethought himself the killer
(As if one might be poisoned through the ear!)
The brother, not the son, took Denmark’s throne,
And held to Norway with a tighter grip.
I swore an end to Denmark’s royal house.
I spoke to Hamlet of his uncle’s crimes.
Then killed Polonius to spark Laertes.
This day, with poison’s aid, all might have died,
And Denmark might have come to me as well
As my beloved Norway and revenge.
My scheme blinded them all, as if by fog
But for these medd’ling kids and this their dog.
KING: The villain stands confessed. Now let us go.
For much remains to us to be discussed.
And suitable reward must needs be found
For these, our young detectives and their hound.
EXEUNT OMNES.

Wow!!! So many freedom fighting outfits in India. WOW!!!
Hinddooos must be pulling their usual "suppress the minorities routine" on them. After all the protesting, they took matters in their own hands. So there we have it.

Wow!!! So many freedom fighting outfits in India. WOW!!!
Hinddooos must be pulling their usual "suppress the minorities routine" on them. After all the protesting, they took matters in their own hands. So there we have it.

Wow!!! So many freedom fighting outfits in India. WOW!!!
Hinddooos must be pulling their usual "suppress the minorities routine" on them. After all the protesting, they took matters in their own hands. So there we have it.

My heartfelt condolences to that person with multiple IDs who passed time by talking to himself posting nonsense that it is all over. Find another way to keep busy. Yet better get counseling from a s hrink.

Awww. Gabby disapproves.
Who cares what Ganby thinks?
Here it is again, just because:

Adam's Song
(With apologies to The Ramones)

Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours you troll

You need to be sedated

Nothin' to do and no where to go-o-o

You need to be sedated

Just get you to the airport put you on a plane

Hurry hurry hurry you're already insane

You can't control your fingers you can't control your brain

Oh no no no no no

Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours you troll...

Just put you in a wheelchair, get you on a plane

Hurry hurry hurry you're already insane

You can't control your fingers you can't control your brain

Oh no no no no no

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January 28, 2015 at 12:47 am |

FREE KHALISTAN

INDIA: On a Goat and a Stick:

The problem with India is that it is built on a system of cultural and societal values based on Hinduism which is a cult. Nations built on a cult seldom survive in the long run. You can only take it so far based on symbolisms of a goat and a stick with a skinny little man aka gandhi banging boys at night and spinning wheels during daytime.

To compare India and China one just has to look at the 2012 Olympic Medal Chart !!!

China = 38 Gold Medals
India = 0 !!!!!

Same # of population ... Just different results. India has absolutely no chance of competing with China in any respect. USA has realized this, convinced India of it and is using India as its b itch in that region instead to further its goals.

This recently discovered folio edition of “Hamlet” follows other known
versions closely until Act V, Scene II, where it begins to diverge at
line 232, as will be seen:
KING…’Now the king drinks to Hamlet.’ Come, begin,
And you the judges, bear a wary eye
Trumpets sound. HAMLET and LAERTES take their stations
HAMLET: Come on, sir.
LAERTES: Come, my lord.
Enter FRED, DAPHNE, VELMA, SHAGGY, AND SCOOBY
DAPHNE: Wait!
SHAGGY: Stop the fight!
HAMLET and LAERTES put up their foils
KING: I like this not. Say wherefore you do speak?
FRED: Good lord, I pray thee, let thy anger wait.
For we, in seeking clues, have found the truth
Behind the strange events of latter days.
VELMA: The first clue came from Elsinore’s high walls,
Where, so said Hamlet, Hamlet’s ghost did walk.
Yet though the elder Hamlet met his death,
And perforce hath been buried in the ground,
‘Tis yet true one would not expect a ghost
To carry mud upon his spectral boots.
Yet mud didst Shaggy and his faithful hound
Espy, with footprints leading to a drop.
This might, at first, indeed bespeak a ghost…
Until, when I did seek for other answers,
I found a great, wide cloth of deepest black
Discarded in the moat of Elsinore.
‘Tis clear, the “ghost” used this to slow his fall
While darkness rendered him invisible.
FRED: The second clue we found, my lord, was this.
KING: It seems to me a portrait of my brother
In staine’d glass, that sunlight may shine through.
FRED: But see, my lord, when placed before a lantern-
KING: My brother’s ghost!
HAMLET: My father!
VELMA: Nay, his image.
FRED: In sooth, that image caught the Prince’s eye
When he went to confront his lady mother.
Nor did his sword pierce poor Polonius.
For Hamlet’s blade did mark the castle wall
Behind the rent made in the tapestry.
Polonius was murdered by another.
The knife which killed him entered from behind.
LAERTES: But who?
FRED: Indeed my lords, that you shall see.
HAMLET: And if this ghost was naught but light and air,
Then what of that which I did touch and speak to?
The GHOST enters.
GHOST: Indeed, my son.
SHAGGY: Zoinks!
DAPHNE: Jenkies!
GHOST: Mark them not.
Thou hast neglected duty far too long.
Shall this, my murderer, live on unharmed?
Must I remain forever unavenged?
SCOOBY and SHAGGY run away from the GHOST. SCOOBY, looking backward,
runs into a tapestry, tearing it down. As a result, tapestries around
the walls collapse, one surrounding the GHOST.
GHOST: What?
FRED: Good Osric, pray restrain that “ghost,”
That we may reach the bottom of the matter.
Now let us see who truly walked tonight.
FRED removes the helm and the disguise from the GHOST’S face.
ALL: Tis Fortinbras!
FRED: The valiant prince of Norway!
FORTINBRAS: Indeed it is, and curses on you all!
This Hamlet’s father brought my own to death,
And cost me all my rightful heritage.
And so I killed this king, and hoped his son
Would prove no obstacle to Norway’s crown.
Then Claudius bethought himself the killer
(As if one might be poisoned through the ear!)
The brother, not the son, took Denmark’s throne,
And held to Norway with a tighter grip.
I swore an end to Denmark’s royal house.
I spoke to Hamlet of his uncle’s crimes.
Then killed Polonius to spark Laertes.
This day, with poison’s aid, all might have died,
And Denmark might have come to me as well
As my beloved Norway and revenge.
My scheme blinded them all, as if by fog
But for these medd’ling kids and this their dog.
KING: The villain stands confessed. Now let us go.
For much remains to us to be discussed.
And suitable reward must needs be found
For these, our young detectives and their hound.
EXEUNT OMNES.

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